#wagatha

[cissa-calls]

Countdown to Agatha: Day 774

Wanda: “Do you not have a smoke detector installed in your laboratory-basement-dungeon?”

Agatha: “No, I’ve had that space longer than those frilly alarms have been in use. Besides, it would be difficult to explain to firefighters that the source of fire is in a pocket dimension transportable through time and space via magic.”

Y/N: “But-but- it’s a hazard!”

Agatha: “I’M a hazard”

[garrywantspasta]

Slow burn/tender Harximoff 💜❤️

Even still not fully trusting each other, even hating Agatha's guts for the harsh mean things/truths she says sometimes, she's the safest place to cry when Wanda is having a crisis.

At least that how she feels.

[satanic-nightjar]

Agatha: You’ve been watching tv all day, why don’t you go read something?

Wanda: [puts on subtitles]

Agatha:

[lucentcosmos]

Wanda and Agnes (attempted that barbie meme on twitter very messily before it dies off)

[morgangalaxy43]

Hero x Villain ships are so much fun and there should be more of them

[sapphicmeltdown]

It finally happened !

[coriandercrickets]

They were caught being too silly

[devflamme]

so i was going through my google docs and found a document with some wagatha hcs that i need to share here to fellow wagatha crazy ass fans like me

(im so proud of myself for editing this on picsart in like, 10 seconds.)

— agatha loves using pet names as we all know, right? but, in an 🩷established relationship scenario🩷 she would call wanda pretty girl, darling and princess and wanda just melts all the time. wanda is not someone that uses pet names very often, but agatha changed her. she calls agatha by detka (classic), my love and my agatha.

— wanda steals agatha's clothes all the time. agatha normally buys bigger clothes so wanda is always seen wearing a shirt or dress from agatha, as they're comfier and smell like agatha. lavender fabric softener, dark wine and cigarettes.

— agatha is the one that cooks (what kind of housewife would i be if i didn't have a gourmet meal- forgot the rest of the line.) while wanda is the one that drives. agatha can't drive — she is reckless and wanda just can't bear the thought of agatha injuring herself because of a car accident.

— agatha sings a lot. she used to sing back in the day and really loves singing. wanda is enamored by her voice all the time she hears agatha singing around the house.

— in my head, as agatha lived so many years, she probably visited many places, and, speaks a lot of languages because of that. wanda is always cursing and talking to herself in sokovian (especially when agatha is annoying her) and thinks oh she can't understand me! but agatha can. oh but she can.

★ agatha speaks english, latin (canonically). and my language hcs are especially french, greek, russian, sokovian, italian and brazilian portuguese (because as a brazilian i need to mention brazil somewhere.)

— they both have folders in their phones full of pics of the other. wanda even has a digital camera that is FULL of agatha (and agatha loves posing for the pics. she's insufferable🩷)

these two pics here. im so ILL. i just love the idea of a character taking pics of their lover just to look at the pics fondly when they're away from each other or something like that.

— i have to mention taylor swift im sorry. agatha wearing wanda's initials on a necklace. yeah...

— okay i know the canon timeline but this is such a funny headcanon that i couldn't not put it here: wanda writes poems about agatha and she stores them inside the darkhold. it's not the best way, she knows that, but… it's better safe than sorry – her poems are cringey and lovey-dovey. agatha should never read them. ever.

— agatha likes crocheting. she sits in a chair on the porch, glasses dropping from her nose, scrunched in concentration — wanda calls her 'grandma'. agatha gets really grumpy from this. they're just like an old married couple bickering.

i want them to kiss, your honor

[batllethinker]

maybe g!p agatha + breeding kink for your kinktober...? lol idk

All over her | a.hk + w.mf

Warnings: breeding, Agatha has a penis, dubcon, magic restraints, dom wanda, sub agatha, mommy Wanda | 18+ minors do not interact

A/N: this is really late and really early at the same time :} and really short

It was a fluke, really, Agathas' plan had been way more elaborate. She would slowly manipulate Wanda until she was on her metaphorical knees for her, she would have the scarlet witch just for her.

Well, that plan was fruitless as Agatha found herself tied to Wandas' bed, the younger woman on top of her with a small, teasing smirk as her hips ground against the brunettes' clothed but noticeable bulge.

"Did you really think that would work? Just look at you. How pathetic" Agatha trashed against the red restraints, hips canting up as the pressure on her cock increased, just about ready to explode.

"Oh no, not yet, not until you give me what I want." The older woman frowned and watched as Wanda moved off of her, both of her hands rubbing up and down Agathas' thighs, her sharp nails scratching her with every drag.

"You seriously can't tell? I need this cock" Wanda suddenly gripped her through her pants, tight enough for her hips to jump but not nearly enough, "to breed me full of cum, to impregnate me"

Agatha sputtered, blushing a bright red at the blunt language. She ofcourse knew about Wandas' want need for a family, but to be used like this? She honestly couldn't complain.

She could feel her cock twitch against Wandas' hand and she knew Wanda could feel it too, judging by her dangerous smirk.

"You want it too, just look at this." Agatha whimpered as Wanda pulled her pants, along with her boxers down. The cold air was harsh against her overheated skin, her cock slapping against her lower stomach, and precum dripping onto herself.

"Let's make mommy happy, shall we?" All the older witch could do was nod pathetically, watching with rapt attention as Wanda gripped her cock and moved on top of her again. Agathas' breath caught in her throat as the redhead finally sunk down onto her, a deep moan leaving Wanda as she did.

Wanda closed her eyes for a moment, really only focusing on controlling her breathing as Agatha squirmed beneath her. The younger woman sighed deeply before opening her eyes again, her sharp eyes staring down at the restrained woman.

"Be patient, kotenok" Agatha nodded but her eyes shone with a desperation Wanda hadn't seen before, and she was still squirming uncomfortably under her.

Wanda sighed and shook her head with disappointment before finally circling her hips, her rhythm was not nearly enough for Agatha but she could make due, especially with the way Wanda was moaning above her, head thrown back, and hands splayed across her ribcage.

Agatha whimpered when Wanda sped up, her hips slapping against the older woman. It was not until Wanda waved her hand and her hands were freed that she could finally touch Wanda, her hands immediately gripping the younger womans' hips to properly guide her up and down her dick.

"Oh fuck, that's it, such a good girl." Wanda was struggling with even getting the words out as the brunettes' hips moved up to meet hers, her own moans tumbling past her lips as Wanda clenched around her.

Agatha was rough, her grip was rough and her hips just as rough, but Wanda loved it. Moans only growing louder as her hips move to meet Agathas' own, the mixed sound of their skin meeting, their moans and the filthy sounds of Wandas' wetness filling the room.

It wasn't until Agathas' hips slowed that Wanda actually whined, dissatisfied at the near non-existent pace, her eyes moving to lock onto the older woman.

"Ah, I, I'm going to cum, can't" It wasn't until she saw the pure desperation in Agathas' eyes that she lit up, the woman was afraid she would cum too soon.

"Baby, I want you to cum for me, don't hold yourself back." Wanda was looking at her with the utmost conviction, and it didn't help that she was clenching perfectly around her.

Agatha nodded, finally giving in, her hips picking up the pace to give herself that one last push. The redhead sighed in satisfaction, her own orgasm brewing under her overheated skin.

"That's it, cum for me, bun" The brunette nodded desperately, her hips losing their rhythm as she came with a loud moan, spurts of cum staining Wandas' walls. It was not until then that Wanda allowed herself to cum, her orgasm milking Agathas' until they both were fully sated.

[lanfear-is-my-darkmistress]

Because of the Marvel TV show Agatha is coming out soon and because we found out Rio Vidal is Agatha's ex wife in the show I need someone to make a Wanda/Agatha/Rio Vidal story involving these 3 ladies.

Having both Agatha Harkness and Rio Vidal in a relationship with Wanda is what I desperately need.

[cissa-calls]

Countdown to Agatha: Day 773

Wanda: “Agatha - are you trying to boil yourself alive in the shower? Your skin looks kind of…red”

Y/N: “You’d think you’d avoid hot temperatures, you know? Especially given your association with the trials in Salem and witchcraft-“

Agatha: “No. I’ve told you NUMEROUS times that in Salem witches were hung, not burned - uncultured swine”

Y/N: “Ohhhh - so what were you doing then? Trying to boil a lobster?”

Agatha, sarcastically: “Haha, very, very funny.”

Wanda: “Yeah, because you’re the lobster!”

Y/N: “If you think about it, both lobsters and Agatha come from Maine-”

Wanda: “- and all I’m saying is have you ever seen them both in the same room?”

Agatha: “YOU’RE THE ONE WHO LITERALLY DRESSES ENTIRELY IN RED”

[garrywantspasta]

Wanda decided to practice what she thought were "simple" spells on her own... Pt2

There will be a part 3 ✨🤌

[satanic-nightjar]

Wanda: Are you wearing eyeliner?

Agatha: Just a little. What do you think?

Wanda: It looks ok I guess.

[Later]

Wanda *mumbling, face in her pillow*: She looked so good

Vision: I know

Wanda: I think I’m kinda gay

Vision: I know

Vision: Wait- did you not know?

[lucentcosmos]

After a few years off grid the brown hair returned <3

[wandagatha-week]

Don’t forget about Wandagatha Week coming up in June!!!

Submit works to: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/WandagathaWeek2023

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Careful Creatures

Ship(s): Hela x Agatha, Agatha x Wanda, Wanda x Hela, Hela x Agatha x Wanda

Summary: Three powerful beings broken down back to the start somehow find themselves brought together as they relearn themselves and each other

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: angst, descriptions of being burnt, mild gore, sexual assault/non-con/rape, abuse of alcohol/alcoholism/addiction, amnesia, domestic violence, implied use of roofing drugs

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

A/N: Please READ THE WARNINGS before proceeding. If this were on AO3 it would be rate E for explicit material later on in the series, and M for mature material for the heavy content this story deals in

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Chapter One

She falls in a blaze.

Green and gold and black, streaking through the heavens and flames, like some dying star in need of a desperate wish of its own.

Her skin burns and blisters and blackens, smoke filling her lungs, choking off the last vestiges of air they held.

In space, no one hears you scream.

In space, no one sees the last of a once beautiful and powerful empire crumple to nothing but debris and dust, exploding violently outwards as Ragnarok rages its final breath.

Her cheeks become adorn with the cleansing water of her own tears as she mourns, the prophecy she had been bound to at last releasing its shackles on her.

In space, no one sees her cry.

She tumbles through the darkness, with no force to counteract against her initial velocity, and she hurls through the celestial skies.

Eventually, even her godly body cannot handle the vast emptiness of space.

Her eyes slip shut, her breathing slows, and as she falls and falls and falls, she slumbers.

—»•«—

Agnes stumbles up the stairs, her feet tripping over one another as the world seems to spin.

“That you?” Her husband’s voice calls from their bedroom.

Agnes opens her mouth, the words yes, dear on the tip of her tongue, when she suddenly bolts for the bathroom.

As she's heaving her insides out, Ralph’s large hand painfully yanks her hair in a bunch away from her face.

“Get it all out now, I don't want you soiling the bed.” He snaps, impatient.

Agnes shivers as she retches. It was more than the ever-oppressing feeling that something wasn’t right that drove her to stay out drinking until the bars closed.

Eventually, she has nothing left in her stomach to vomit up, and she half collapses against the cool porcelain.

Her relief is short-lived, but she doesn't fight as Ralph manhandles her.

He is her husband. When she married him, she committed herself before the eyes of God that she would be a faithful wife.

Ralph doesn't like it when she's vocal, so she bites her tongue and lets herself get lost in the dizziness her mind is experiencing and doesn't make a noise of protest or pain as he shoves her to the floor and pulls down her pants.

This is her test to bear, for making her mistakes.

You don't deserve this.

—»•«—

Wanda awakens in a cave.

It's not the oddest place she's ever woken up, though how she's so sure of that, she can't really say.

It must be a gut feeling, she decides, as she tries to think.

She knows her name, that's good.

Her age–

She's… Twenty-six? Thirty-two? She can't recall.

That's… Not normal, right?

She places a hand on a rough wall, trying to steady herself as she walks on shaky legs.

Her name is Wanda… Wanda something. Something… Off? Romanoff? No, that's not right. Romanoff was…

Wanda grits her teeth.

She knows enough that her last name isn't Romanoff, but can't remember whose last name is.

That's extremely frustrating.

Wanda stumbles along the cave, trying to find the way out, and wishes Pietro were here.

Pietro. Her brother. Her twin brother. Her brother who–

A stream of bullets hits through her chest, and she collapses to her knees, screaming her pain.

Wanda violently shakes her head, clutching it.

“Get it together, Maximoff.” She reprimands herself, before realizing what she's said.

Maximoff.

Her name is Wanda Maximoff.

That's good. It means she isn't totally amnesic.

She goes over what she knows as she begins to feel a soft breeze against her face.

Her name is Wanda Maximoff. She had a twin brother, Pietro Maximoff, who died by being gunned down. She doesn't know exactly how old she is, but she's somewhere in her late twenties, early thirties. Her parents… She doesn't remember her parents. Possibly dead, almost certainly impossible to find or reach if they aren't. She knows– knew? Knew someone with the surname Romanoff. Someone who… She stole a jacket from? Why was she remembering this and not useful information, like how did she get here? And where is here? And are there people who will be looking for her?

Dread pools in her belly.

People looking for her feels like an ominous statement.

She misses… She misses someone. Someone special. A lover, perhaps? A spouse? A… Child? She’s old enough to have had at least one.

Wanda isn't sure.

Light begins to hurt her eyes.

She's made it to the exit of the cave!

She hobbles, running as best she can, eager, bursting out into open air and freedom and–

Oh.

Oh no.

—»•«—

She burns again, still streaking green and gold and black, but this time, through the atmosphere of a planet.

When she lands, she craters the forest floor and doesn't move.

—»•«—

“Day drinking, Agnes?” Dottie clicks her tongue from behind the brown-haired woman. “I keep telling you we have a decent AA here.”

Agnes does her best to laugh off the comment.

“Oh, you know dear, it's five o’clock somewhere!”

Dottie slides into the seat across from her.

“Look. Your neighbors, I don't know if you know them, the Johnsons, they well… Mrs. Johnson said that late one night when she was just finishing putting the baby back down after a late night bottle feed, that she saw your bedroom window was open–”

“I'm sure whatever she saw she mistaken, Dot.” Agnes smiles as charmingly as she can. “You know how those late nights are with a newborn!”

“She said that Ralph was choking you, Agnes.”

Agnes’s smile slides off her face.

“If my husband,” she stresses, “had been choking me, I would have bruises.”

Dottie’s eyes flick to Agnes’s neck, which is both bare of discoloration, and the tell-tale texture of makeup.

Agnes swings back some of the brunch mimosa in her hand, closing her eyes briefly to gain strength from it.

“Ralph is a wonderful husband. He would never hurt me.” Agnes lies through her teeth. “Is that all why you decided to pay me a social visit during some of my “me” time?”

Dottie shifts, clearly uncomfortable.

“Agnes…” She trails, trying to find the words. “If you ever did need help, Eastwood– I mean, Westview is here for you.”

Agnes turns her smile all the way up to its brightest wattage. “Will keep that in mind, toots! Thanks for stopping by brunch to talk with this ol’ gal!”

Dottie hesitates before she stands and leaves.

Agnes's wildly beating heart doesn't slow until her fifth post-Dottie mimosa has been downed.

The truth is, Ralph does have a habit of choking her… But the bruises always fade by the next afternoon, rapidly going through the stages of healing broken blood vessels startling fast.

Agnes can't recall ever having healed that way before.

No, healing meant fire and death, healing meant agony for days and weeks because she was only ever meant to hurt, not heal.

Agnes shakes her head as if trying to dislodge the sudden pressure she feels.

That's something she has noticed.

Thinking about her past causes her awful headaches and terrible migraines.

It's best to keep to the present.

Agnes smiles at the hostess as she leaves the venue, not worried about paying.

The people of Westview took care of one another.

She doesn't notice the woman with the dark hair and piercing blue eyes who stands up and leaves after her.

—»•«—

It's been two days since Wanda had started off down the rest of what looked like an intimidating mountain, headed towards what looks to be a promising sign of life in the vibrancy of green trees.

Hopefully, there will be water somewhere there.

Wanda knows she has only twenty-four more hours until her body gives out from lack of hydration.

Her heart skips a beat, and the hairs on the back of her neck rise.

Hydration.

Hydra.

Hydra was… Bad.

Hydra is bad.

The word gives her a bad feeling.

She keeps on, not even pausing as the tremors grow stronger from the mountain.

The ruins that lay in pieces everywhere, even so far down from the top where it once resided, make Wanda feel awful enough that she had nearly vomited the first time stepping out into the world and seeing it.

She avoids touching any part of it as best she is able.

She can hear rocks sliding somewhere to her left.

Distant.

Her shoulders drop an inch.

She isn't in direct danger. Not yet.

—»•«—

Ralph’s at the bar.

Ralph’s at the bar and he has all his friends there and she didn't know that the bartender used to date him and–

Agnes is vocal as rough hands grasp at her, groping and tugging and searching as their owners laugh.

“Here, dear.” Ralph’s voice is cold. Mocking. “I know how much you like your alcohol. Drink up.”

She doesn't have a choice, surrounded, as he passes her a cup.

Within moments of finishing it, she knows.

There's more laughter.

“So kind of that Maximoff bitch to leave you a wife.” Someone comments.

“To Ralph, and his whore!” Someone else shouts, to resounding cheers.

Agnes wants to scream for help, but the room is spinning and her limbs won't obey her instructions and her mouth feels too heavy to move and then–

—»•«—

No.

—»•«—

The ground slopes slightly, and grass turns to dirt as Wanda follows the stream she found.

Deeper and deeper it slopes, until she's been walking for at least half an hour, and then she sees a mess of blood and green.

—»•«—

The door bursts open, crashing loudly, just as her hands find their way around the nearest man’s throat, a knee jerked violently up between his legs.

The room freezes. She smirks, throws her head back, and cackles.